We Are All Birds of Uganda

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We Are All Birds of Uganda by Hafsa Zayyan
Reviewed by Linda
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Thank you to @penguinrandomhouse for this copy! ๐Ÿ’™

Between 20th century Uganda and present day London and Leicester, Zayyan takes us on a journey in more ways than one. The plot is layered, the writing beautiful and the story insightful, this could be Zayyanโ€™s 4th book if I didnโ€™t know otherwise! Most importantly we get an education on the product of British Imperialism, the lives of Ugandan-Indians and native Ugandans in Kampala. No safaris, no stereotypes, nothing of the sort, just pure quality throughout.

No matter the subject, Zayyan always gives us both sides of the coin. When we meet Hassan writing love letters to his late wife in 1946, we are also introduced to his grandson Sameer, a high flying Leicester born lawyer, living his best life in present day London.

However, the era of coexistence, trade and harmony is shattered under Aminโ€™s dictatorship and Hassanโ€™s family is exiled, crossing oceans to settle in Leicester and establish themselves once more. His soul is diminished with the only thing keeping him going, the dream of returning home to Uganda.

Sameer is raised to appreciate his parentโ€™s sacrifices and succeed in all of his endeavours. But despite the money and status, he lives under the pressure of being the dutiful son and is unfulfilled. Never having met, but connected by blood, Sameer finds solace in Uganda as his grandfather did. As Sameer traces his grandfatherโ€™s steps, their souls connect and a sort of contentment is found.

Zayyan tackles racial divides cleverly, and we see the prejudices that Hassan faces in the 70s follow Sameer into recent times. But what I enjoyed reading the most was Sameerโ€™s understanding of his faith amplified by his respect for Maryam. His spiritual journey wasnโ€™t forced (neither was their union) and it was good to see him finally grow up and take responsibility!

I personally needed more from the ending but on reflection, Iโ€™m warming to it.

Linda Malek

I've always had the urge to set up a forum and voice my thoughts after each read, but never had the confidence to do so alone. 18 months ago, I got my fellow book-loving friends involved and formed The Candid Book Club! Aside from having an exponentially growing to-read pile and deteriorating shortsightedness, we've been lucky to have been invited to publisher events and have attended several talks with our favourite authors (Thank you and long may they continue!) To take a break from the pressures of PhD Chemistry, Jess and I exchanged books all the time and in my youth, I was that kid with the first editions of Harry Potter having already read Gulliverโ€™s travels and some Charles Dickens. At work, my desk is a library and luckily for me I sit next to another bookworm Jack who entertains all the photo-taking. I'm suffering from a chronic case of wanderlust (age-related crisis) so books which are set as far away from home as possible tend to float my boat: Middle East, Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Asia...you name it. But if it's got anything to do with Egypt then I'm all over it. So you get the drift...I read all the time, everywhere (on the tube mostly), everyday, a book a week, and very quickly I'm onto the next! And then sometimes there is a book that stops me in my tracks, makes me want to swallow the pages whole, and have it next to me at all times, with some sentences staying with me forever: Shantaram by David Gregory Roberts, anything by Khaled Hosseini, The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo (absolute gem of a woman), A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry, The Good Immigrant edited by Nikesh Shuklaand and anything by Naguib Mahfouz.

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